4-14-9 B921. Boaz Angler's Progress THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES THE ^tagter'g ^rojrrss; A POEM. DEVELOPING THE PLEASURES THE ANGLER RECEIVES FROM THE DAWN OF THE PROPENSITY IN INFANCY, TILL THE / PERIOD OF HIS BECOMING * omplttt n$ltv. Bctocntftlc PRINTED FOR EMERSON CHARNLEY- .M.IH ( ( . XV. THE ANGLER'S PROGRESS. i. When I was a mere sehool-boy, (ere yet Fd leanfd my book), I felt an itcli for Angling in every little brook ; An osier rod, some thread for line, a crooked pin for hook, And thus equip'd, I angled in every little brook ; Where Priekle-backs and Minnows, each day I caught in store. With Stone-loaches and MillerVthumbs those brooks afford no more : And thus the little Angler, with crooked pin for hook, Would shun each noisy wrangler, to fish tin- nmrmVin" brook II. Then next I bought some farthing hooks, and eke a horse-hair line ; An hazlc rod, with whale-bone top, my play-mates to outshine ; With which I soon aspired to angle with a float, And where I could not fish from shore, I angled from a boat ; Then Roach and Dace, and Bleak I took, and Gudgeons without end, And now and then a Pearch I'd hook, which made my rod to bend : And thus the little Angler, pleas" d with his line and hook, Would shun each noisv wrangler, To iish the murmVing brook. III. Bream, (hub, and Barbel, next I sought. their various haunts I try'd, With scower'd worms, greaves, cheese, and paste, and various baits beside ; With hooks of Klrby-bcnt well chose, and gut that's round and fine, So by gradations thus I rose to fish with running line; A multiplying winch I bought, wherewith my skill to try, And so expert myself 1 thought, few with me now could vie : And thus the little Angler. with rod, and line, and hook, Would shun each noisy wrangler, to fish the niunn ring brook. IV. My mind on Trolling now intent, with live and dead snap-hook ; I seldom to the rivers went, but Tike or .lack I took ; Near banks of bull-rush, sedge, and reed ; (a dark and windy day :) And if the Pike were on their feed, I rarely miss'd my prey. If baits are fresh, and proper size, no matter what's the sort, At Gudgeons, Roach, or Dace they'll rise ; with all by turns IVe sport. So now a dextrous Angler, with rod, and line, and hook, I shun'd each noisy wrangler, to fish the murnVring brook, v. And now to cast a fly-line well, became my chiefest wish ; I strove each sportsman to excel, and cheat the nimble fish ; Now Trout and Grayling I could kill, if gloomy was the day, And Salmon also, at my will, became an easy prey ; Now flies and palmers I could dress, aquatic insects too, And all their various seasons guess, their uses well I knew : So now a dext'rous Angler, with line, and rod, and hook, I shun'd each noisy wrangler, to fish the murm'ring brook. VI. So now to close this charming scene, which none but sportsmen feel, Be sure you keep the Golden Mean, nor arm your hearts with steel : r The fish with moderation take, and to the Fair be kino ; And ne'er with them your promise break, but virtue keep in mind : UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. Form L9-20m-7,'61 (Cl437s4)444 . SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACIUTj A A 000 073 763 5